Reunited. (A Caspar Lee Fanfiction)

Chapter 2.

Chapter 2

*2 years later*

Cecelia's P.O.V

I woke up to the bright light shining in my face. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times to adjust to the 

light. I turned to my side to check the time...8:10am...Oh NO! I had only 20 minutes to get to work. I work at 

a supermarket for a living. I turned 18 three months ago on November 11th and that's the day I moved out of my 

'home' a.k.a 'hell hole' in Brighton to London. That's the day I was free. Although, father had paid me a few 

unexpected visits and even tried to provoke me to move back to Brighton but there was no way in hell that i was 

going to live with him. But I haven't seen him in the past month which is extremely satisfactory. I'm guessing 

and hoping that he probably gave up on me. 

I hopped out of my bed and rushed to get dressed for a work. I'm not quite sure why I'm working for a living 

yet...I have nothing in life to live for, all that I have ever done is life is wait and hope and I want to 

change that someday though I don't really see how working in a supermarket will help me but I have to live 

somewhere and I kinda have to do this to pay the rent for my apartment. 

I haven't really known anyone for the past two years. I don't really get along with my co-workers either. I 

guess I'm not too good with making friends. Well,, I met this girl, Rebecca around 15 days ago who is my boss' 

daughter, she was surprisingly really nice to me unlike...many of-no, unlike all of the people that I have met 

in a long time. I've met her quite alot over the past 2 weeks.

Even though I have nothing to do with my horrible life I do hope that a genie gives me three wishes someday so 

I can have a proper life and do things that I've always wanted to do. 

Yeah, maybe not the genie thing but I've always wanted to become a choreographer/dancer and not just like a 

regular one of course. Hah! But in a life like mine things like these are just dreams. 

Alright, enough of my stories now or else I might just get late for work. I threw on my work-T-shirt and name 

tag and just wore some black jeans, grabbed my coat and rushed out of the apartment with a slice of bread in my 

hand.

I had 5 minutes to get to work and of course I didn't own a car or scratch that... I didn't even have a 

liscense! So yes I always walked to work.I sprinted through the way as fast as I could to make sure that I 

wouldn't be late.

Luckily,I reached right in time. 

I walked in and compared to regular Mondays, it was a little more crowded today.But oh well, I still had to do 

my normal routine. I walked over to the Staff Room to keep my coat and bag and headed over to do my job.

-----At about 6:30pm----

I  was now standing in the sweets section, my personal favorite in the entire supermarket. 

"Um excuse me" I saw that a young boy maybe a year or two older than me called out.